Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."

As I stepped away from her she turned over her shoulder and gave me a smile that could light up the whole space and I swear I fell a little for the little minx at that moment. The thought just entered my mind but I already knew the outcome couldn't possibly be good for me. Because when someone hated something with a passion that wouldn't change because of one person. And we all knew Valentina hated hockey and she wouldn't stop hating it because of me. I also still had to discover the reason behind all that hate. But one way or another, she wasn't willing to accept hockey wholeheartedly, and I wasn't willing to give up hockey. Guess you could say my love was doomed from the start. Or was it?

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

He needed hockey. Coach looked between them, "Figure it out." Then he blew the whistle and skated away. The team slowly dispersed. Nobody seemed eager to say anything, except Reid, of course. He skated between them. "Looks like you two are dating now." Chase looked horrified, "I'd rather quit hockey." "Of course you can afford to do that." Noah scoffed, "I'd rather get hit by a bus." Reid grinned, "Cute." He pointed at them, "See you lovebirds tomorrow." Then he skated away laughing.

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

So, when I fall asleep, the dream starts forming like a movie I'm too weak to turn off. We're at the office, but it's empty. The lights in my office are low, the city glows through the windows, and there's electricity in the air when he walks inside. There’s sizzling chemistry between us. It’s scorching hot. Bram is wearing his hockey outfit for some reason. No dumbass helmet, though. Just sweaty, messy golden hair. "Here you are," he says, voice deep and sexy. He walks closer to me, "I've missed you, Annie."

For those few minutes, I just wanted to enjoy being around the guys. Ronan suddenly reached for the comic I had been holding. “Hey.” “What?” I asked as he took it from my hand. “You haven't even read it.” “I was going to.” “You've been staring at the same page for five minutes.” I frowned at him. “I was thinking.” “About hockey?” “Obviously.” He gave me a look that told me he didn't believe me, but he handed the comic back anyway. I placed it on the table and settled against the pillows again.

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

It felt like he was trying to anchor me to him, as if the slightest loosening of his grip would cause me to evaporate into the quiet space of this townhouse. This was supposed to be our sanctuary. I had finally fled 114 Oak Street”the Harrison hockey house”escaping Caleb”s suffocating, toxic control. We were never supposed to be together; he was the star center for the Wolves, and I belonged to Harrison, his fiercest rivals. Our relationship was a dangerous, unspoken line crossed in the dirt of this college hockey war. "What about the scholarship?" I whispered, my hand tracing the line of his collarbone. "Is there a problem with the funding? Or the terms?"

Ryan didn’t answer immediately. The father looked at me now too.“And she is a hockey player?” he asked. I didn’t speak. He shook his head slightly. “You just married a stranger?” Ryan finally spoke It is my decision.” The father’s voice rose a little. “You know who you are, Ryan. You know what you are. And you know marrying anyone like this is not something small.” I stayed quiet, but my mind was already spinning. Yes. It was dangerous., “Use what you have, know his weakness”